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You knew two bit loved to fight. He fought because of conformity. "Shoot, everyone fights." You had heard him tell Ponyboy. It did make sense. Whether or not Two actually LIKED to fight, liked the feeling on fighting or whatever, he mostly simply did it because thats the only way of defense he knew. It was what everyone did, what he grew up learning.
And man, could he fight. He uppercut the soc's, bashed their heads into the ground, the more into the fight he got, the more violent he got. Heck, he barely got touched by a soc, besides a bruise on the knuckle here and there before they were limp, or on the ground in complete pain. He sure was pretty strong when it came to fighting them, regardless of how harmless he seemed or acted.
( again, skipping whole rumble victory part~ )
As he walked inside the cool aired house he didn't even bother cracking jokes or being loud, all he really desired was a beer in his hands and to rest which he planned on making happen.
"Man.. i look at all of you.. then myself i barely got banged up compared to ya'll.. almost feel bad.." he said taking a drink of the beer, examining around just how depressed the vibe was around everyone.
It wasn't long until he was drunk, and in your arms. You couldn't get mad at him for drinking once again, considering the circumstances and pain/stress he was under from this past week so you just let him drink and fall asleep on your shoulder.
You brushed your hand through his now non greasy hair, due to it all washing out from the rain, bringing your hand to his cheek then his jaw, cupping it. Wishing he wasn't under so much pain. And not just physical pain, mostly emotional pain. Mental.
